#spider!lottie Matthews

[rhiasarts]

not quite over the spider lottie agenda so I had to make a late contribution. with some lottienat of course

#yellowjackets #yj #spider lottie #lottienat #lottie matthews #natalie scatorccio #nat scatorccio #how tf do you draw leather jackets why did i choose this outfit

[richiekirschs]

SHE’S MY BABY — Spider-Man!Lottie Matthews

spider-boy, king of thieves…

warnings— no use of y/n, fem implied reader (referred to as “unsuspecting girl”), lottie is vaguely hurt

[part 2]

The Yellowjackets had been spreading their theories about Spider-Man since he was first spotted in New York, just across the river.

It was surprisingly Misty who came up with the theory that he was actually from Jersey City, after how many times he’d been spotted on the ferry that takes you across the Hudson from Midtown. Nat had disagreed, stating that he was probably in Jersey City so often because of the amount of freaks patrolling the streets.

Most of your teammates think it’s stupid—with Jackie saying it’s just some asshole trying to get on Subway Creatures, and Tai saying the guy in the suit just wants to piss off J. Jonah Jameson. Laura Lee thinks he’s devilish. Nat indulges in the fantasies after having witnessed one of Spider-Man’s fights firsthand (and also because she likes to piss off Jackie.)

The girls are all over at your apartment tonight for the regularly scheduled movie night. Everyone takes turns— last time it was Tai, and now it was you.

You’re in the bathroom washing your hands when there’s a THUD! from the fire escape outside the bathroom window.

You frown, wondering if you should check. Is it your neighbors, smoking a blunt? Or is there maybe a cat that needs help?

You yank up the blinds to check, deciding it’s better to know than risk it distracting you the rest of the night.

It’s not your neighbors, and it’s definitely not a stray cat.

It’s Spider-Man.

You can’t do much but freeze and mumble, “You’re shitting me.”

He stares back at you with comically wide, unblinking eyes. He points at the windowsill and mimes pushing it up before silently pleading with his hands.

You sigh. Of course this would happen. All you can do as you unlock the window is pray that it’s actually Spider-Man, and not some douche in a costume looking to take advantage of an unsuspecting girl.

You push the window up and he tumbles to the ground of the bathroom, somehow remaining inhumanly quiet.

In the process, though, he aggressively knocks a (glass) bottle of perfume off of the counter.

“Shit!” you hiss.

“Are you okay?” someone calls. Maybe Nat? It definitely could’ve been Van.

“Yeah!” you call before turning back to the masked vigilante. “You have 30 seconds to explain yourself.”

Spider-Man holds up a finger, chest heaving, before reaching up under his mask and yanking it off.

It’s not a man at all. It’s Lottie, your best friend who was conveniently missing from tonight’s get-together.

Your jaw drops. “What the f—?”

You don’t get the chance to finish your exclamation as she bolts up to clamp a hand over your mouth. “Shh!”

You frown back at her, trying to convey your emotion with your eyes.

“I’ll explain, I promise,” she assures you. “But I’m hurt. I just got my ass kicked. I need you to help me, but you can’t tell the others.”

You don’t respond. Her hand is still over your mouth.

“Promise me!” she hisses, begging.

You nod frantically, and she slowly removes her hand. “I can’t believe you’re a girl. I was betting major money with Nat that Spider-Man was Jeff Sadecki.”

She narrows her eyes at you. “Jesus Christ. Are you going to help me or not?”

“I can’t do that if you don’t tell me where you’re hurt!”

She swallows, unable to meet your eyes. “Under my suit.”

You sigh at her. “Can you stand?”

“I think so.” She manages to stumble to her feet, and you help her unzip the suit, both of you flushed bright red.

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed, Lot,” you tease as she collapses onto the closed toilet. “We’ve changed in front of each other a billion times.”

“These aren’t ideal circumstances,” she groans.

Her wound isn’t too bad, but it probably hurts like a bitch. Sliced across her leg, the cut slowly oozes blood. Her knuckles are scraped up, too. There’s already green-yellow bruises forming around both wounds.

“It’s not awful,” you assure her. “They just need to be cleaned and get bandaged.”

You dig out isopropyl alcohol and a rag before a apologizing for the pain you’re about to cause her.

She whimpers as you clean the gash on her leg and wrap gauze around it, and you have to pray that she doesn’t see the way your face burns.

Someone rattles the door handle. “Are you still in there?”

Laura Lee. With a start, you realize you didn’t lock the door.

You and Lottie lock wide eyes with each other before you’re yanking her up and shoving her into the shower. She shoots a web to seal the curtain to the wall, tucking herself behind it.

The door swings open, and Laura Lee peers around from behind it. “Hey, we were thinking about ordering pizza—is that your blood?”

You look down at your hands, but it’s not yours. It’s Lottie’s, from where you had wiped it from her leg. You need to think of a lie, and quick.

“Oh,” you shrug in a hopefully nonchalant manner. “My nose started bleeding, and I put my hand over it while I got the rag.”

Laura Lee, of course, steps in to investigate. “Did it stop? We should say a prayer.”

You gently swat her prodding hands away. “Yeah, I’m fine. It stopped. I just didn’t get the chance to wash my hands.”

“Really,” Laura Lee insists. “We should say a prayer. This could be a sign of something.”

“Yeah,” you mumble, “of a ruptured blood vessel.”

You indulge in Laura Lee’s plead anyway, and pray that Lottie can resist her urges to laugh during Laura Lee’s prayer like she always does.

Lottie knows she doesn’t have much time.

She carefully slides the suit back on before slipping out of the very window she’d come through. From there, she makes a Pink Panther-esque getaway a few feet away from that window to the one that leads to your bedroom.

She carefully slides the bedroom window shut before flinging open a dresser drawer in hopes for some clean clothes. She digs out a Kean University pullover and plaid pajama pants. It’ll have to do.

She stashes the suit in the spot that she’d swiped the clothes from, and just as she shuts the drawer, she freezes. Someone’s coming.

There’s nowhere to hide. Your bed sits atop a wooden bed frame, meaning she won’t—can’t—fit underneath. Your closet isn’t big enough either. That only leaves…

When Nat swings the door open, she completely expects to find someone in a striped shirt with a sack of money over their shoulder. Something is being very noisy in your room, and she’s intrigued to know what could possibly be causing such a ruckus.

Instead, she finds… nothing.

She checks under your bed, even though nobody besides a small child could fit between the planks of your bed frame. She checks your closet. Hell, she checks the fire escape.

Nothing.

“Hm,” she decides, but there’s something… not right. There’s an itch under her skin that won’t go away.

When Nat leaves, Lottie can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She carefully lets herself down from the ceiling with a breath of, “Holy shit,” and a hand pressed to her chest.

There’s still work left to be done, though.

Quietly this time, she swings back out onto the fire escape.

There’s a knock on your front door, and you frown. Everybody’s here, and Misty didn’t say that they had already ordered the pizza, just that they were thinking about it.

You quickly rinse your hands of Lottie’s red blood before following Misty to the door.

Low and behold, the new guest is Lottie fucking Matthews.

You feign surprise at the sight of her. “Hey, I thought you weren’t coming!”

She walks over to you, arms open wide, limping ever so slightly as she engulfs you in a hug. “It’s a long story.”

Through a faux grin, you growl, “Tomorrow, we’re going to get coffee, and you’re going to explain everything.”

“Deal.”

KITTY MEOWS! I kept seeing Spider!Lottie edits on TikTok and there was an itch in my bones that could only be satisfied by writing this…

#might delete who knows #lottie matthews x reader #Lottie Matthews #lottie yellowjackets #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #courtney eaton #spiderman #earth 199999 #earth 616 #earth 1610 #earth 42 #marvel #spiderman x reader #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #lottie matthews x you #spider!lottie #spider!lottie Matthews

[aemmawrites]

Spider-Man! Lottie Matthews x reader

W.c 673

Song recommendation 🎧, Ultraviolence, Lana Del Rey

Damn lottie matthews.

She was nowhere to be seen.

Here you were outside, in the freezing cold, waiting for your best friend, who promised to drive you home after soccer practice. The problem was half way through soccer practice, she ran off saying she needed to use the bathroom and that was the last anyone of the team saw of her, leaving you, outside in the cold, stranded all alone.

Everyone else had already left, and so you had one option left.

Walk home.

You sighed contemplating your every life decision that led up to this moment, of course this would happen to you, but slowly but surely you made your way home, cursing how short your soccer uniform was half way into the walk, as you were freezing cold.

Now the town of Wiskayok was essentially a safe place most would say, but when you're a female, in the dark, and wearing your short soccer uniform it isn't essentially the best place to be. You recognize your surroundings. You were only a few more minutes away from home but as luck would have it something just had to get in your way.

You paused as you felt cold water hit your face, you looked up and noticed the clouds starting to form up above you, of course you thought how perfect. Before you could even start to walk again you heard something or rather someone moving behind you. Quickly snapping your head to the area the noise was coming from, you quickly scanned the area.

Nothing.

Or so you thought, as you went back to walking someone quickly pulled you back dragging you into a hidden corner.

Oh hell no.

Your first instinct of course, was defend yourself. So you landed a right hook, right to the face without even thinking. Your attacker seemed shaken as if he didn't expect you to defend yourself. But you quickly regretted your actions as he pulled out a small knife. You yelled and screamed hoping anyone would hear you.

He covered your mouth quickly, slamming you into a wall.

Just as the panic of the situation set in, what you could only describe as spider webs attacked him. Dragging him away from you.

You looked up to see someone who you were assuming was a man, dressed up as a red and blue spider, in spandex?

But that was the least of your problems right now. You watched as the person who you decided to call spiderman based on how he was dressed and your attacker go back and forth. After a while the so-called spider-man landed a punch that hit them straight in their eye.

Your attacker fell backwards, and as he landed on the floor he was knocked out. And just as quick as the man in spandex came, he disappeared or so you thought.

You looked up and there they were upside down looking at you, to say you were mesmerized was an under exaggeration. You moved slowly as if you were scared, but you weren't, you were fascinated.

You touched their mask and to your surprise they didn't stop you, they even leaned into your touch, as if they wanted you to. You went to pull their mask down and those gorgeous brown eyes you were so familiar with looked down at you.

You gasped and went to take a step back.

Damn lottie matthews.

She grasped your wrist, pulling you back into her, and you could feel her breath on your lips as she smiled, and you couldn't tell if the heat rising on your cheeks was because of the cold or your beautiful best friend in front of you. She leaned in, pausing as if waiting for your approval. You nodded.

Grasping your lips, Lottie tangled her hands into your hair, not letting go as if she was afraid that she would never get the opportunity again. She giggled against your lips and then whispered.

"Do you still want that ride home?"

#lottie matthews #yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets #lottie yellowjackets #Lottie Matthews x reader #Lottie matthews x you #Lottie matthews x y/n #yellow jackets fanfic #yellow jackets x reader #yellow jackets x you #yellow jackets x y/n #Lottie matthews blurb #Spider-Man Lottie matthews

[ghoulcvlts]

more of my yellowjackets art for you beautiful people, today I offer my spider!lottie doodles from a lil while back <3

#lottie matthews #courtney eaton #spider!lottie #ghostcvlt5 #yellowjackets #yellowjackets art

[homeforimagine]

Visual board for Spider!Lottie ai made and brought to you by @jackieakgae check out her character!!💕

#jackie taylor x reader #misty quigley x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #shauna shipman x reader #taissa turner x reader #van palmer #van palmer x reader #yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets moodboard #lottie x reader #shauna x lottie #lottie matthews x reader #spider!lottie #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets fanart #lottie yellowjackets #lottie matthews

[axinite25]

I just realised I'm writing two stories where ones identity is temporarily hidden from the other and found it funny

If you're curious:

Spy!Yelena/Famous!Kate

Spider-Woman!Lottie/Nat

#i paused the werewolf au as i got stressed and wasnt writng well #but!!! #lottienat im back bb #spider woman #spider woman lottie #nat x lottie #lottie x nat #kate x yelena #bishova #yelena x kate #kate bishop x yelena belova #yelena belova x kate bishop #yellowjackets #mcu #hawkeye #nat scatoricco x lottie matthews #lottie matthews x nat scatoricco #lottienat #famous au #that is gonna be charged by the taylor album tomorrow jsyk #and i have no plans on posting soon #buttttt #fun #axin writes #also realising i have a type is amusing

[marishoodie7]

the invention of spider-lottie and spider lottienat/venom jackieshauna has forever changed the trajectory of my life

#Lottienat #spider lottie #Jackieshauna #lottie matthews #natalie scatorccio #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #yellowjackets

[tanoroe]

cause I was gonna include like cute little texts between them as chapter breaks (yes it will (hopefully) be like a full on comic with chapters and a mid-sized length story) but then i remembered its in 1996 so uhhhh yea just wanted to see if people like hate or don’t mind era changes bc if they do I might do cute little letters or something but i’ll find a way around anyways so trust 😽😼

#yellowjackets lottie #lottie matthews #yellowjackets #natalie x lottie #lottienat #yellowjackets nat #honestly might do more than one comic just depends on how life goes for me innit #I want to do more than one with possible different Au’s bc spider lottie and nat are like adorable #okay anyways fan time over #i have my a level art and graphic exams next week so like it won’t be soon #tano poll

[nerd-at-sea5]

spiderman - lottie

spiderwoman / ghost spider - nat

#i can explain #spider woman #ghost spider #sided gwen #spider-man #lottie matthews #natalie scatorccio #nat scatorccio #lottie x natalie #natalie x lottie #lottienat #yellowjackets

[itsbopp]

(UPDATED) Request Guidelines/Masterlist Links

Here's a simple post that goes a bit more in depth on what I feel comfortable with writing, as well as what I don't feel comfortable writing. I'm a multi-fandom writer, but I think it'll be better if I clarify which fandoms I'm willing to write for, as well as which characters in said fandom I'm willing to write for.

Fandoms/Characters I Write For:

(HIATUS) The Walking Dead:

Clementine

Violet

Ruby

Brody

(HIATUS) Spiderverse:

Gwen Stacy/Spider-Gwen

Black Cat/Felicia Hardy

Yellowjackets:

Natalie Scatorccio (1996/2021)

Lottie Matthews (1996/2021)

Van Palmer (1996/2021)

Shauna Shipman (1996/2021)

Jackie Taylor (1996)

I'd also like to add that I DO NOT write for male characters. As for the reader, I usually tend to write them as gender-neutral or as female, but if you specifically ask for one or the other, I'm totally down to write it!

Also, as shown in my previous posts, I don't focus on traits. Anyone is free to read without feeling as though they're being alienated. The last thing I want is for you (the reader) to not feel like the fictional you in the one shot or headcanon you're reading.

Genres I Will Write:

Fluff

Angst

Poly

Hurt/Comfort

Alternate Universes

NSFW (Depending on comfortability)

If you are wanting to request a particular AU, all I ask is that you give me some detail of the idea you've got, just so I'm not doing your request a disservice.

What I Won't Write:

Non-Consensual Relationships

Discriminatory/Hateful Relationships

It'll really be up to me on whether the request is too intense or not. I'm usually easy going on what I will write, though the things I listed are things that I'm usually not going to be comfortable doing, if requested.

At the end of the day, I want this blog to be a safe place for everyone, so please be respectful with your messages and requests.

With that being said, though, request till your hearts content!

TWDG Masterlist

Spiderverse Masterlist

Yellowjackets Masterlist (Nothing Yet!)

#clementine x reader #violet x reader #ruby x reader #brody x reader #gwen stacy x reader #spider gwen x reader #twdg x reader #yellowjackets x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #lottie matthews x reader #van palmer x reader #shauna shipman x reader #jackie taylor x reader

[fidesplumbum]

I know we’ve talked about Lottielee Peter / Gwen aus. BUT can I bring up Jackie / Harry

the idea of Jackie in Harry’s situation throughout the movies. The anger and rage after losing his dad in the adaptions. It would give Lottie her foil.

#yellowjackets #lottielee #Jackie Taylor #lottie matthews #Spider-Man au

[ultrone]

i cant stop thinking about spider lottie and its seriously impacting my test scores 😭

-🕷️

fine, then i won’t write more spider!lottie stuff until you send me a pic of your test scores WITH AT LEAST AN 80%

DID U LISTEN EVERYBODY? UNTIL 🕷️ ANON DOESN’T GET GOOD GRADES I’M NOT POSTING ANY MORE SPIDER!LOTTIE 📢 EVERYONE LETS GIVE THEM SOME MOTIVATION

#꒰ 🕷️ anon ꒱ #.yjs-inbox #lottie matthews thoughts #yellowjackets thoughts #spider!lottie #spider lottie matthews

[rose-colored-lottie]

thoughts on spider!lottie?

the oxygen I breathe, the sun that warms my skin, the water that hydrates me, the serotonin that keeps me going

trick me once, trick me twice on ao3. if you haven’t already read it immediately

lottie is so peter parker coded. a loser with a heart of gold

#people asking me stuff?? people asking me stuff. #lottie matthews #yellowjackets #spider!lottie and her gay mess in the chair nat? inject it #seriously. READ THAT FIC

[demikola]

more spider!lottie because i am mentally ill and the tiktok edits have a chokehold on me

#spider!lottie #lottie #lottie matthews #charlotte matthews #yellowjackets

[scrvletwitch]

spider!lottie you are so loved

#lottie matthews #yellowjackets #spider!lottie

[richiekirschs]

SHE’S MY BABY — Spider-Man!Lottie Matthews

and i hope you don’t save some other girl…

warnings— fem reader (she/her used), typical spider-man shenanigans, gun mentions, ooc lottie probably

[part 1]

lottie: when did you want to get coffee

lottie: 11:15 at little collins?

you: isn’t that in the city?

lottie: yeah but i can venmo you for the ferry fee

you: no it’s fine i can take the bridge

lottie: ok see you tmrw

you: here

you: sitting in a booth towards the back

Lottie’s late.

You’re anxiously checking your phone screen over and over, trying to make sure you haven’t missed any rain-check texts.

11:28. Nothing.

You fidget in your seat, bouncing your leg, looking at the door with hopeful eyes whenever the bell chimes.

At exactly 11:30, the door swings open, a frantic Lottie rushing in from the other side.

“I’m sorry!” she immediately says, collapsing into the booth. “This guy stole an old lady’s purse, and then—“

“Lottie,” you interrupt, “calm down. I’m not mad, I just thought you forgot.”

“No,” she promises, still a bit out of breath. “No, I actually swung over here.”

“What, like, with your webs?”

“Would you lower your voice?” she hisses.

“It’s New York, Lot,” you deadpan. “I literally saw a man taking a shit on the sidewalk.” You lock eyes with a man at the counter, leaning back to stretch his arms. You jerk your thumb at Lottie as you say, “She’s Spider-Man.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he says before turning back to his phone.

You sip from your drink. “So how exactly did this happen? Is this your weird attempt at a fursona?”

“It’s not a fursona,” she mumbles defensively. “I got bit by a spider. I guess it was, like, radioactive or something.”

“Radioactive?” you repeat. “Like the dogs in Chernobyl?”

“Yeah,” she replies, “except I didn’t grow any extra teeth like those fish. I fell onto this lady on the subway the night after and my hand got stuck to her shirt, and I… ripped it off…” She flushes pink.

“How the fuck did that happen?”

“I’m, like… sticky,” she informs you, embarrassed as she flexes her hands. You wrinkle your nose at sticky. “And I get these weird tingles right before something happens.”

“Does the web come out of you?” you question, genuinely intrigued.

“Yeah,” she shrugs. “I don’t have extra legs, though, before you ask.”

“How’d you get out last night?”

“I put the suit back on in the shower, then went back out the window. I went down the balcony into your bedroom. Natalie came in, though, so I hid on… the ceiling…” As the words leave her mouth, she clearly realizes how weird it sounds.

“I’m impressed, Lot,” you admit. “It’s been a year, and I never would’ve guessed it was you. I thought you had some secret lover and that’s why you were sneaking around.”

It’s her turn to wrinkle her nose. “God, no. I felt really bad about always leaving you, though.”

You shrug. “It’s definitely not as bad as when Tai and Van coincidentally sneak off to go have sex. They’re not even subtle about it.”

Lottie laughs, but she shifts uncomfortably, like someone just licked their finger and stuck it in her ear.

You frown. “You okay?”

She looks up, but it’s almost like she’s looking through you. Her eyes track movement in the window at your back.

She grabs her backpack. “I have to go.”

You turn around, but there’s nothing there. You whip back around to face her. “What the hell, Lottie?”

“I’m sorry!” she insists. “I’ll—I’ll call you, okay?”

She doesn’t give you time to respond before she’s sprinting out the door of the café, chasing down whatever she’d seen behind you.

You’re upset, to say the least.

You walk back to the ferry parking garage where you’d parked, grinding your teeth. If it were a cartoon, you might have steam coming out of your ears.

You have to take three laps around the garage before you finally find your car.

But as you approach your car, you can see a figure yanking at your driver’s side door.

“Hey!” you shout. “What the fuck?”

“This your car?” he asks.

“I’m not shouting at you for fun,” you snap.

“Give me your keys,” he commands.

“No, I’m not gonna give you my keys!”

He shoves his hand into the pocket of his jacket and points it at you. “Give me the fucking keys!”

“I can see your thumb sticking out, I know you don’t have a gun! It’s a piece of shit anyway, just back off—“

He starts forward, but he only gets a few steps in before something shoots past you—you literally blink and miss it, and when you look back at the man attempting to carjack you his hand is stuck to the wall with a fucking web.

Fucking Lottie.

“I thought she told you to back off, man,” Lottie sighs.

“Why do you sound like that?” the man asks, which is the same thing you’re wondering.

You know it’s Lottie, of course. But she’s using some weird, Ghostface-esque voice modulator.

“Sound like what?” she bluffs.

“No, I heard you earlier,” the man insists, “when you were chasing me. I know what a girl sounds like.”

“I’m not a girl!” Lottie shouts. “I’m a boy! Fuck—a man!”

If you hadn’t just been a victim of an attempted carjacking (and possibly murder), you would’ve bust out laughing. Lottie’s voice sounded very Mickey Altieri—it’s time, girlfriend!

“Man, I really don’t care,” the man shrugs, defeated.

Lottie mumbles, “Interrogation mode, off,” before turning back to you. “Go home, okay?”

You nod, surprisingly relieved by Lottie saving the day. You get into your car and turn the key.

“That’s gonna dissolve in 2 hours, okay?” Lottie tells the man, who’s still stuck to the wall.

“What?” he exclaims. “No, I need to get home!”

She jogs off. “2 hours! You deserve that!”

You can’t help but laugh as you start your drive home.

KITTY MEOWS! I pray this was as good as y’all wanted it to be… the second half is very heavily based on the scene of Donald Glover in Homecoming I thought it would be silly for Lottie 😞

#lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews x you #lottie yellowjackets #lottie matthews #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #courtney eaton